Uncle

Alright.

You got me.

I can't fight anymore.

I give up.

You win. You're in control.

I have no clue if this is some sort of spiritual surrender or just giving up.

I don't know what to do.

I'm tired of living at my mom's.

Of not being financially viable.

I used to think that working harder was the way out of that. (Which is why I looked for a job for about six years in Seattle and here in Chicago.)

It's also why I started my own business.

--Whatever, fuck it. I have zero interest in moping or trying to explain myself.

So what do I have an interest in?

Honestly?

Sleeping and being given money.